Victor let out a low moan, tortured in body and mind. He had over exerted himself physically, forcing himself to shape shift more than he should. Also, in spite of his exhaustion he had run all the way from Canterlot to his own home deep in the Everfree, racing the dawning sun.
It was Jeeves that had carried him back into the castle, the huge, clanking, metallic monstrosity of a protector that Victor had created. It set him in the bed, staring at him wordlessly for a moment before going about it’s own business.
(( Part of the current story line))
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